DAVAO. The writer with her mother, Aleli Saberon, in a restaurant in Cagayan de Oro City. (Contributed photo)

SHE braves carrying

her baby for 9 months;

enduring the discomfort

of changing hormones,

doubled mood swings,

not knowing what's

happening in her body

but still taking things in stride,

hopeful of what is to come.

Then she gives birth...

the joy of seeing

her bundle of joy

somehow erases the

horrors of long labor,

and eclipses it with

pride and honor.

In every sleepless night

and every waking moment

she is there, meeting

her baby's needs, unmindful

of her own deepest wishes;

Cradling her little one

in her small yet strong arms,

Her eyes brims with tears

as she gazes with sheer

love and devotion.

When the child has grown,

she never ceases to become a mom,

still doting, serving and loving,

and her precious tears come more

often now as the world of her life

has started to become willful,

not needing her as much as before..

She still looks with pride

over her young, but the longing

to be in the grown child's own world

has even become more remote.

She watches and waits,

reaches out and waits,

cries out to God and waits,

praying every time

that her child is safe,

well and secure;

heaving a sigh of relief

when he or she is finally home.

She is a mother for all seasons,

highs or lows,

triumphs or defeats,

she is there to share her warmth,

comfort and approval.

She doesn't need any reason

to become a mom for she has made

a sacred vow to God,

a connection the moment she

carries her baby in her womb.

Life was never the same for her

as she lives not for herself anymore

she lives for each of her children,

working so hard to make ends meet.

Then she grows older,

her children, too, but the mother

still tries so much to reach out

and express her love, which

may be at times avoided,

and taken forgranted.

She may seem tough,

but she also suffers,

agonizes over a sick child,

hurts over disobdience

and rebellion.

She can be easy going,

loves to watch a game

of basketball,

levels up in wordscapes,

sweats it out in zumba

and can laugh her heart

out until she wipes her

tears away.

My mother is not perfect.

No one is.

But she is the best in the world.

She is God's precious gift,

truly a great blessing.

I love you, Mama!


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